Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.